It’s been awhile since my last post. There are four drafts waiting to be completed. However I’ve been blessed with lots of word-of-mouth referrals (thank you all) and have been teaching development classes and mentoring several individuals There are so many wonderfully gifted people who just need the encouragement–and the freedom–to trust and develop their talents. It’s been a joy to provide that opportunity.
But this is a story I must share, In the past I’ve written about residual energy and how spirit can remain attached to people, places and things by this energy they “leave behind.” This is a delicious example. Pardon the pun.
A colleague in Pennsylvania has been sharing several of her amazing dessert recipes with me. One in particular looked irresistible. We’re in the height of cherry season now, so it was a no brainer to try her cherry clafoutis, or tart. The only thing I didn’t have was a glass pie dish.
Off I went to my favorite second hand store, which always carries an ample supply of cooking and bakeware. The manager, Miriam, greeting me at the door. “I’m looking for a glass pie dish, and I’m sure you’ll have one.” Of we went to all the shelves stacked high with corningware, dish sets, omelet pans, tea sets, cups and saucers, bundt pans, and the ever present fondue kits. Not one glass pie dish to be found. “Hmm,” Miriam put her finger to her lip narrowed her eyes, and was clearly thinking something over. She looked at me with a smile. “Wait here,” she said before dashing off to the store room.
She returned with the perfect ten inch pyrex pie dish against her chest. “Look, I’ve had this in the back for a few months. It was my grandmother’s apple pie dish,” she explained in a soft voice. “She must’ve made a hundred apple pies in that dish. No one has asked for one before, and you are a frequent customer….” I was very touched. “Miriam, this must have some sentimental value,” I replied. She shrugged. “Heck I’m not much of a baker…I’ll never use it,” she said running her fingers along the edge of the dish. “Here, you take it.” She handed me the dish, and shooed me out the door without charging me.
I got home, washed the pie dish, and excitedly organized all of my ingredients the way they do on cooking shows. It always appeared ridiculous but in real life having your sugar, flour, baking soda etc. all separated in small dishes is neater, and feels more efficient.
From the minute I started working on the recipe, the oddest things started to go wrong. First, I sliced my thumb as I was stemming and pitting the cherries. Not once but twice. Ok, a bit of paper towel and a couple of band aids later, two sticks of butter literally exploded in the microwave after just 20 seconds. YIKES. What the heck? I do this all the time and it had never happened before. It was a mess and a half. Use your imagination.
I couldn’t shake this feeling that I wasn’t alone. But I was too busy cleaning up the mess, and trying to get the egg batter evenly poured over the cherries to pay it any mind. The oven was pre-heated, and I easily slid the dish into the oven’s sweet spot and set the timer.
After 45 minutes it smelled heavenly. When the timer buzzed, I found my potholders, cleared my stovetop, opened the oven and reached in to bring out an amazing looking dessert. In a split second, the dish flipped backwards into the oven, dumping its contents everywhere. EVERYWHERE. Even on my shoes. In shock I stared down at two pounds of steaming hot cherries. WTF. “This did not just happen,” was all I could say, over and over again. I put the pie dish on the stove top and began the three our task of cleaning up the stove, the floor and, yes–the microwave.
Yesterday as I was driving passed the second hand store I circled around and pulled in front. Miriam was behind the counter.
“Hi! How did your apple pie turn out?” I laughed, “not so great.” She looked sad. “I was making a cherry tart and the whole darn thing flipped over in the oven.” Poor Miriam was horrified. “Oh no, are you ok?” “I’m fine, but..is there any possibility you might have your grandmother’s recipe for apple pie?”
In my infinite wisdom I ignored all the little (well, not so little) warnings that something wasn’t going right with my plans for the cherry dessert. I’ve heard so many stories about residual energy messing with inherited cars and houses, and even jewelry boxes that won’t unlock, you’d think…oh well, Live and learn.